Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me

Chapter 601: Chapter 599: A Despicable Person

Ian Shaw’s attitude was firm. He pushed the glass of water in his hand toward Aria Joyce again. "I said, drink first. Then, we can talk."

Aria Joyce had no room to resist. He had photos of her. So, other than obeying, she didn’t know what else she could do.

’But I, Aria Joyce, swear that for tonight’s humiliation, I will make them pay it back ten, a hundred, even a thousand times over someday!’

The anxiety in her eyes gave way to a calm resolve. She reached out, took the glass, and tilted her head back, drinking it all. "Can we talk about the photos now?"

"Heh, sure," Ian Shaw replied with a cold, mocking laugh.

Aria Joyce gripped the glass, a murderous glint in her eyes. Her tone was vicious. "Delete all the photos. Now. Immediately. Otherwise, even if you’re Tristan Grayson’s best friend, I’ll make sure you don’t walk out of here alive tonight!"

"Is that so? No rush. If you want to kill me, there’s really no rush. Perhaps in a little while, Miss Joyce will have something to beg me for," Ian Shaw said with a cold smile as he sat back down on the bed. He was completely unfazed by her threat; it had no effect on him whatsoever. He took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and began to smoke slowly, his eyes fixed on Aria Joyce the entire time.

Ian Shaw’s words made Aria Joyce tremble with rage. A fire seemed to ignite in her chest. The hand holding the glass was shaking, her legs felt weak, and her breathing grew heavy and ragged. The sensation was unfamiliar, and it frightened her—a fear unlike any she had ever known. Her beautiful eyes fell upon the glass in her hand, and suddenly, it was as if she understood everything. She staggered back a step, bracing herself against the wall behind her. She placed the glass on a nearby table and roared at Ian Shaw, "You... what did you do to me?"

"Nothing much. I just put a tiny little... aphrodisiac pill... in the water. Don’t worry, Miss Joyce. The dosage is far weaker than what you gave Tristan."

"How dare you drug me?" All her life, she had been a princess, coddled and doted on by her family. All her life, she had never known what it meant to be taken advantage of. At this moment, for the first time, Aria Joyce understood panic. For the first time, she felt helpless. For the first time, she knew what true despair felt like.

’Even if Tristan Grayson doesn’t love me, even if he dislikes me, he didn’t need to have Ian Shaw do this to me...’

’How cruel. So, so cruel...’

Ian Shaw blew a smoke ring and said with a sneer, "Wrong. I’m merely giving you a taste of your own medicine." She drugged Tristan Grayson, so he would let her have a taste of what it feels like to be drugged by someone else.

’My brothers are people I’d protect with my life. How could I let a disgusting woman like her harm one of them again and again?’

Aria Joyce slid down the wall, her body trembling. Still, she bit her lip and threatened through clenched teeth, "Aren’t you afraid of retaliation from the Joyce Family for doing this to me?"

"Afraid? Of course, I’m afraid. I’m terrified. But I imagine a person of your status, Miss Joyce, wouldn’t want anyone to see her... nude photos. Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, Miss Joyce. It’s not just photos. I think I also shot a short video." As he spoke, Ian Shaw pulled out his phone and casually opened the video player.

Suddenly, Aria Joyce’s startled cry came from the phone. ’Ian Shaw, what are you doing here?!’

Ian Shaw shut off the video after only that one line, but even from that single sentence, Aria Joyce knew it was her. He had been secretly filming from the moment he walked in.

She had been in such a state of shock that she hadn’t noticed his phone was recording.

"Despicable! You’re truly despicable!" Aria Joyce shakily pushed herself up from the wall, grabbed the glass from the table, and hurled it at Ian Shaw with all her might.

Ian Shaw simply raised a hand and snatched the flying glass from the air. He gripped it tightly and smiled at Aria Joyce. "I’ve always respected you, Miss Joyce. But you’re the one who started this tonight. You brought this on yourself with your own shameless actions. You know the old saying: If you leave me alone, I’ll leave you alone. Cross me once, I’ll let you off with a warning. Cross me twice, I’ll make you bleed. Keep crossing me, and I’ll cut you down, root and stem!"

"Cut me down, root and stem? Hehehe... HAHAHAHA..." Aria Joyce’s voice was weak as she mumbled his words, and then she suddenly burst into manic laughter. So, they were going to eradicate her?

’What did I do wrong? I just love someone. I just want to be with the person I love. Was that so wrong?’

’I’m not wrong. I did nothing wrong! Why? Why can’t Tristan Grayson see how sincere I am?’

’And now he lets Ian Shaw hurt me like this...’

The room filled with the sound of a woman’s laughing and crying. A complex look flickered in Ian Shaw’s eyes. He got up, placed the glass on the nightstand, and right in front of Aria Joyce, began to brazenly remove his clothes, piece by piece.

Aria Joyce was already in extreme discomfort, trying her best to suppress the drug’s effects. At that moment, as she was struggling to endure it, she saw Ian Shaw suddenly stripping. Her crying came to an abrupt halt. Her beautiful eyes traveled down from his handsome features, over his broad shoulders, and finally rested on his firm chest. An inexplicable sense of panic and emptiness inside her intensified.

Ian Shaw clearly felt her heated gaze. He looked up and met her eyes. Caught in the act, Aria Joyce let out a sob, averted her gaze, and threatened him harshly, "Ian Shaw, if you dare try anything, I, Aria Joyce, will not let you get away with this!"

Hearing the powerless threat, Ian Shaw’s lips curled into a sneer. "Relax. I, Ian Shaw, have never forced a woman to do that sort of thing." After speaking, wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, he started walking toward the bathroom. But after just two steps, he sensed the woman’s eyes fixed on the clothes he had taken off.

He didn’t have to guess what she was thinking. "Miss Joyce, let me tell you, you can forget about deleting those photos. I’ve already backed up the photos and the video. If I come out of the shower and find you’ve touched my phone, I can’t guarantee your video won’t be on tomorrow’s news headlines."

"Despicable! You despicable, shameless bastard! I won’t let you get away with this!"

"Heh. So, with a despicable person like me, it’s better for you to just behave, Miss Joyce. That drug will make you uncomfortable, but if you just fight the urges, it’ll pass in an hour or two."

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